So at 4:30 this morning I bolted out of bed still mostly unconscious. I was completely conscious though, of the fact that I heard someone rattling a door knob. It took me all of 3 seconds to realize that Kenny had escaped his crib and was trying unsuccessfully to escape his room. He did, however, successfully lock himself in. Thankfully our door knobs are designed where he can lock them from one side and I can stick a key in on my end and unlock them. Which at 4:30 in the morning was a really good thing because I really didn't want to figure out how to get him out otherwise. So I open the door and there is my son, looking up at me with that disgustingly cute smile of his and all he says is "Hii!". He obviously does not fully comprehend the importance of sleep and not getting up out of bed at the unconstitutional hour of 4:30. It was hard to be even the slightest bit upset that he was standing there though because he was just too cute. So I explained that it was still night night time and threw him back in bed with a smooch. As I began to close his door I realized I still had my keys I used to unlock his door in my hand, which made me feel completely like a warden of a jail. I know that sounds crazy but at that hour it seemed completely rational. Just go with it. Then I realized my house is made of stone,so it isn't TOO far fetched for me to compare my house to saay...Alcatraz,aka The Rock. All I need now is a moat around my house or a big body of water and I'm set. I just hope I don't find him tunneling his way out in the middle of the night tonight. Haahaa.
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